..fill my womb with my young husband's seed! Fertilize me! FERTILIZE ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT, CREAMY SPUNK! YOUR SPERM-FILLED SPUNK! MY SPUNK! ONLY ...O BE SPILT IN MY CUNT FROM NOW ON! OHHHHH! OHHHH, YES! YEESSSSS! YESSSSS! FILL MY BIG, WET, HAIRY PUSSY DARLING! SPERM ME, BREED ME!" (Then, Lauren said something which totally surprised and shocked her. She had no idea where it came from, it just came out, perhaps the age difference, perhaps some subliminal forbidden lust that lurks deep within. Boys, huh?"Sitting opposite me and giving special attention to a button on her shirt, she didn't make eye contact, a sure sign of her embarrassment about something. "Well... kinda... that is, I need to... well, I'd like to ask you some questions about what boys think okay?" When Jean was uncertain of herself, she often placed an interrogatory inflection on the last part of her sentences as if to say, "You know?" Only if you share with me... tit for tat, girl. I'll tell you things what you wanna. " Linda carefully applied the breasts holding them in place. Once they were able to stay on their own she checked them and applied the adhesive in a few loose spots. She was right, I could tell already that these were going nowhere. The weighted breasts bounced with my every movement. Instinctually cupping them in my hands, I realized that I was kind of large. "They're large, I know. But we intend to create what guys don't have - plenty of cleavage".Linda then handed me a waist cincher,. I figured it was probably just a blown fuse, or something.Then I checked my watch.It also said, "Six Forty-five."I put the watch to my ear, and couldnt hear anything.Then I started to get anxious. I dont like not knowing what time it is.I started tapping my fingers with my thumb, which sometimes helps.It helped a bit, but I could feel my anxiety swirling within me.I tried to get back to my book, but I could feel my throat tightening. Iknew I would have to do something soon, or I would be in.